Today I am presenting the‘Epilogue’ poem that will be appearing in my new book “Until Eyes Hear Sound”. and “My Cloudy Vision” is a poem I wrote in September 2018, and it will be the finale piece in the Book. Please Note: the photo attached below, is the proposed cover design for my new book “Until Eyes Hear Sound”, created by my niece Kerri Costello – Philadelphia.
Epilogue. My Cloudy Vision
I am trying to write myself a Mission Statement Feels like a speech I need to practice in the basement I have never been good at making speeches They are messy, like eating mushy peaches
When I first began writing poetry My main aim was to teach myself to read and write again Several years ago, I suffered a Stroke Times become tough, depression drowned this bloke
Poetry became a form of self-therapy I listened to music and inspirational lyrics Leonard Cohen’s songs were always playing I fervently keep writing
My life became centered inside a small sphere While also caring for my lovely wife, her MS was severe Writing was my retreat, a place of solace My world was narrow, I was skating on thin ice
Ten years ago, my wife did pass My heart turned to water on glass Then I heard Leonard singing again His music and words were not in vain
I resumed drafting my poems Grieving, words were sad and solemn Healing takes time Soulfully I wrote more rhyme
I joined local writers’ groups My words were out there, under readers boots On a prompt, I started a website six years ago My confidence grew, I came in from the snow
Wondering what my goal is, where do I go There are many answers, I do not know In the future, I believe a poetry book or two I have volumes of poems waiting in the queue
This is my story My life’s journey Of cloudy visions My words, my mission
I went to the Geelong Writers monthly social meeting at the Box Office Cafe this evening … I am back home, It’s 10.30pm, I’m tired, my computer is “duck muck” again, so I thought I would a reblog of this ‘appropriate’ poem before I hit the sack
I am ecstatic that my poem “Lines To Nowhere”, has been accepted and published in Spillwords Magazine today, and I am very grateful to the editor Dagmara for selecting my piece … Please go over and visit my poem at Spillwords and if you wish, leave a 💗 for my article, by clicking on this link >>
Another covid/isolation poem from March 2020, although my revised version here is almost a complete rewrite. Good news, today Imade a small but noticeable improvement
Boy in a Bubble (Revised)
I’m living inside a bubble, unable to flee
Shadows are drifting away from me
Shivering silhouettes are beyond arms reach
I’m an isolated grain of sand from yesterday’s beach
I’m sleeping alone within my crazy daydreams
Thinking of life and wishing to be with my honey and cream*
This commonwealth of man has isolated the birds and bees
Now I’m sleepwalking, toward the forest’s hugging tree